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Unknowingly, Joan of Arc had lost her armor, and she didn't have the holy flag she usually carried with her. However, she did not feel uneasy at all and continued to move forward openly.

She already had a rough idea of ​​these phantoms. As for how to get out of here—no, what to do to knock the opponent down, she was equally sure.

The moment she came into contact with the illusion, her dusty memories had awakened. Joan of Arc had confirmed that Jack the Ripper was the enemy who had repeatedly harassed them, so she must defeat him.

“Only by knocking it down can we move forward.”

The look in Jeanne's eyes after she made up her mind made people feel a strong will. It was a will as sharp as a blade and as strong as steel.

Like magnets attracting each other, the girl with the same will and spirit, appearance and temperament met Jeanne again.

"You are...King Arthur!"

Having discovered another target, Joan of Arc immediately took a defensive posture, staring at Altria who was looking around with a disappointed look on her face. Upon hearing her voice, Ayame came to her senses, turned around and spotted Joan of Arc.

"It's you. You want to fight me when we're both unarmed?"

After hearing what she said, Jeanne realized that Altria in front of her had also taken off her armor and was only wearing a tight suit. Her face was so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether she was male or female, making it difficult to determine her gender.

Compared to Jeanne who was dressed in coarse linen and looked like a complete country girl, Altria in casual clothes was far superior to her in terms of demeanor and behavior.

Damn it, I always feel like what should I do if I lose? I feel like she is so noble...

Joan of Arc, who was feeling a little depressed, didn't notice Dai Mao's eyes. Altria, who was wearing the clothes she wore during World War III, stared at the mountains on Joan of Arc's chest, then looked down at her own airport, and her eyes suddenly looked a little hopeless.

Damn it, why am I not here at all? I remember that the Saint of Orleans was only nineteen years old...

If she hadn't gotten rid of the curse of the tablet in her liberated form, Artoria would have been beaten to the point of squatting in a corner and drawing circles.

In a subtle atmosphere where each felt that they had "lost to the other", Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria were silently envious for a while, and then they started communicating again, with a tone that was less explosive.

"I mean no harm, Jeanne. At least now we should work together."

"But at least you should tell me why Shuo Yue is with you and what happened?"

"This is an environment created by Jack the Ripper's resentment." Ignoring Shuo Yue's questions, Artoria said, "We need to purify the innocent souls of the children, and then..."

“Save/clear her.”

The two blond girls made different decisions. After looking at each other, they chuckled because of the inexplicable harmonious atmosphere.

"Well, let's fight after we meet the real Jack the Ripper."

"Yes, before that, at least we have to clear away the innocent souls. It's up to you to do the purification. Saint of Orleans, you can trust me with your back."

"Well, I believe you."

After a few words, they reached an agreement and Jeanne and Altria stopped. Unbeknownst to them, countless children emerged and stared at them with desperate eyes in the alleys, streets and doorways.

——However, the Saint and the Saint King looked back without fear. It was a look full of murderous intent that a hero could not possibly cast on his victim.

The children took a step back in surprise. Their appearances were different, but there was a sense of unity among them. All the children looked dirty and had dark colors in their eyes.

"What's wrong? You, who are not just anyone, have been given the name Jack the Ripper. Do you still want to run away?"

Why aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Why do I regard you as a terrifying existence? You are just some miserable victims." Arturia replied softly.

This is undoubtedly hell on earth. They are all reflecting this fact in their own way. No matter how cold-blooded a person is, once he is pushed into this hell, he will probably feel confused, terrified and trembling. This is the inner world that is the origin of Jack the Ripper. It is the dark box that she showed to the world, which condensed all the ugliness of human nature.

"My Lady Saint."

"Your Majesty the Holy King."

"Please save us poor, very poor children. Save us, help us, lend us a hand. Please, please, please -"

The children who rushed towards King Arthur and the Saint of Orleans all showed urgent expressions and begged them.

If she were a saint, she would definitely come to the rescue, and if she was a saint king, she would definitely provide relief. No, even if you are not such a noble person, but an ordinary person with conscience, you should have some insights.

Even though this was clearly the case, the two people standing in the center remained unmoved - not only that, neither Artoria nor Jeanne showed any wavering, sympathy or pity on their faces.

The saint solemnly declared:

"I can't do that. I can save the lost children, and I can purify the souls who are nostalgic for the world through prayer. However, I can't save Jack the Ripper."

The Holy King took over the words:

"You have all been included in the legend of 'His'. Jack the Ripper, the murderer, is no longer anyone and no one. Can you still accurately identify the people you killed? You don't even have the name or appearance. I don’t know anything about it, but you just killed someone to find your mother, right?”

Jack the Ripper killed at least five prostitutes.

Jack the Ripper ripped out all the entrails.

Jack the Ripper sent letters to news agencies.

Jack the Ripper was a doctor.

Jack the Ripper was a man of royalty.

Jack the Ripper was an ordinary man found everywhere.

All of this is a lie, but at the same time it is all true. With all the rumors and speculations intertwined now, it is an incredibly difficult problem to grasp his or her true identity.

The Holy Grail must have been trying to summon "Jack the Ripper" in various forms.

"Yes, you have been absorbed by 'Jack the Ripper', so I can only defeat you, but cannot save you."

The saint declared this, and the saint king nodded. It was precisely because she understood this that she cooperated with Joan of Arc to help little Jack completely eliminate his resentment before Avalon expired.

After looking at Arturia, Jeanne closed her eyes, clasped her hands together and began to pray.

“The Lord’s favor is infinitely deep and his mercy everlasting…”

[I will recall all the defeated and aging people. 】

"No! It's not like that. Why, why..." The resentful spirits who sensed the crisis began to commotion, but before that, Artoria suddenly spoke:

"So, do you each have a name?"

These words were like a sword of victory being struck down on the head, and the children's breathing stopped. It was a taboo subject, and those who were aborted in the fetal stage had no names at all.

They formed the existence of 'Jack the Ripper' as a group, and this existence is the reason why little Jack cannot grow up.

“You live in a deserted wilderness and don’t know the direction to the road to survival.”

[Leave it to me, teach me, and obey me. 】

The saint's prayer was still going on. Somewhere in the dark, a priest's voice echoed the saint's, but at this time, a scream came from somewhere——

“Stop… Stop it!!”

The arrow flew through the air, and Artoria quickly grabbed Jeanne and led her to avoid the attack. On the rooftop not far away, Atalanta aimed at her with a bow and arrow. Her right hand was stained with a turbid black stain, and it was obvious that she had been possessed by an evil spirit.

"What are you going to do, Red Team?" asked Altria.

"You are the ones, what do you want to do?!" Atalanta landed and stood in front of the children.

"They are children, they are still children! These children are not even evil, they are just victims! They are sad souls crushed by the unreasonableness of the world!"

The animal ears were trembling, the pupils were trembling, and the arms were trembling. Atalanta's state all showed that her spirit was hysterical.

"That's obviously the case, why do you want to kill them!?"

Chapter 509 Give mercy to this soul

Joan of Arc had no weapons, and Artoria didn't have a sword. This was originally a world of phantoms. No matter how fierce the fight was, it would be impossible to decide the outcome, and the arrows shot would have no effect.

What the arrow reflected was Atalanta's will, which was the simple will of revenge that said, "If you kill these children, I will kill you."

It wasn't that she was bewitched by Little Jack, nor was she forced to stand on the opposite side. Heroes all have scars that they will never allow others to touch. For Atalanta, the chic huntress, her only weakness is children. Once a child reaches out to her for help, Atalanta will respond to them across any justice and evil.

Even though they can never be redeemed, Atalanta will probably try her best to save them. No matter what level of despair she experienced, she was still unwilling to give up.

——This is not without reason, because the reason why Atalanta responded to the call and came to this world is to provide relief to all the babies in the world and create a world where all of them can receive care and happiness.

As we all know, when Atalanta was just born, she was abandoned by her father in the mountains for the reason of "I don't want a girl." Witnessing this scene, the moon goddess Artemis felt pity for her, so she sent a female bear to raise her. She grew up to become the most famous and beautiful huntress in Greek mythology.

…To this day, Atalanta still retains a memory.

She still remembers the scene when she was abandoned very clearly.

She desperately waved her arms and legs to look for her parents - but she couldn't find her mother, and her father had abandoned her.

She remembers longing for help, for someone to hold her hand.

As a result, her wish was not realized. She just kept crying and stretched out her hands for help, falling, falling, falling in the terrifying ocean——

The psychological shadow of being abandoned has not been cured throughout his life.

Even after she grew up to be a beautiful girl and a famous hunter, she remained lonely. She had friends and companions who took her on many adventures on the Argo. But throughout her life, she never found someone worthy of her love, nor did she have the intention to find one.

Even if she reunited with her father in the end, her father was only happy because she could be used as marriage material. In the end, his father never loved his daughter from the beginning to the end.

——I just long for love.

I just want to feel free love that does not come from lust, fame and power.

If your life is already like this and you can't get anything anymore, then at least leave this tenderness to your future children.

For this goal, Atalanta would not hesitate to sacrifice herself.

The moment she was swallowed by Little Jack's mist, Atalanta saw hell.

London Fog, Whitechapel - for certain people, there is no doubt that it is a hell. It is already difficult to survive, let alone live a dignified life.

In a world where even girls as young as nine have to sell themselves to survive, what dignity is there? The stench from leather factories and meat processing plants is often permeated, and rats and cockroaches strut around the streets.

There is no strong person at all. Everyone there is a miserable weakling, a miserable victim, and also a cruel perpetrator.

Yes, this is hell. Children, there are children, there are many children, their eyes are like dead, they have already understood that there is no love in this world.

"I will save you! I will save you! I also fell into hell like you in the past, but I was still saved! I hope you can experience that joy, that joy!"

It was this tragic wish for redemption that made Atalanta stand in front of Joan of Arc and Artoria.

Facing Atalanta, who was mentally paranoid, Joan gave up praying, stood up straight and said:

"You should understand that if these children are alive, they will only increase their number of companions. Only by returning their souls can they be saved."

[In the moment of rest, I have not forgotten my songs, my prayers, and myself]

"Shut up! What kind of salvation is this!" Atalanta almost cried as she shot arrows at the two saint girls. Joan of Arc turned her head to avoid the arrows. Artoria grabbed the arrows and her eyes became sharp. But Atalanta ignored her. Joan of Arc, who had extended her hand of destruction to the children, was her priority target of hatred.

"Saintess, why are you waving the flag on the battlefield instead of drawing the sword! Is it to avoid killing people? To prevent your hands from being stained with blood——"

Is that what you think, Red? "

Facing the frank and pathetic Atalanta, Joan responded with a cold voice, pointing out the fatal mistake in her mouth.

"Because I didn't use a sword, my hands weren't stained with blood? How is that possible?"

Memories played uncontrollably in my mind. The girl standing on the pile of enemy corpses waved her arms, and then the fully armed marshal drew his sword and shouted. The sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder on the battlefield. The cavalry waved their weapons mercilessly, destroying the people in front of them. The enemy cut them off in the middle and trampled the fallen loser into mud until the blood splashed out completely dyed the girl's beautiful face and the flag behind her red.

"I participated in that war, and I decided to participate in the battle. From that moment on, my hands were stained with blood." Breaking free from the memories, Joan of Arc declared without hesitation, "Please don't underestimate it. I will not hesitate at all to eliminate them."

【With my lightness, remove all burdens】

After hearing this, Atalanta's expression became ferocious for a moment, and she shouted like she was biting:

"Then you are not a saint at all!"

"That's why I never considered myself a saint."

Compared to Atalanta who shouted loudly, Joan's voice was always calmer, but the will contained in this calmness made both Artoria and Atalanta couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"This is the world of their memories... It's just an illusion created by the remaining thoughts. Do you want those children to suffer forever in this chaotic world? Please get out of the way!"

[Rest in my hands, anointed and sealed for your sins]

There was a solemn chant coming from the distant sky. Under Joan's invisible and heavy oppression, Atalanta's eyes showed struggle and her arms were shaking. But even so, the huntress was still stubborn. The ground stood in front of the children.

"I...refuse! If I abandon these children, who will love these children! Your God?!"

This sentence, this sentence alone - made Jeanne look away slightly.

The Almighty Lord only exists in the hearts of people. Even if there is such an omniscient and omnipotent existence, it will not be able to free ourselves from the sins caused by human beings.

There are no evil people here, there is just a "system", which is the shadow, or abscess, that humans cannot avoid in the process of creation and development. They cannot blame anyone, and they cannot save anyone. It is impossible to save this situation because this behavior itself is not recognized by the city.

There is only one way to get relief——

【Eternal destiny, given by death】

"Who is it, who is talking in my ear? Shut up, shut up!"